volleyballblonde –Thanks...yes Draco of course gets to save Ginny...only fair.

louey31 – Thanks so much...yes I think it was pretty surprising too.

HyperSquishy – You're absolutely right...she's like definitely a Slytherin now...cool.

blondesRhot52-Oh no that's not it...they were trying to get into a room that turned out to be Snape's office and everyone assumed that they were trying to break in to get at something. Because there was a rash of break-ins into the teachers offices, Draco and Ginny caught red-handed are assumed to be the perps. Since he's a Malfoy everyone assumes that Ginny is a Death Eater sympathizer...OK I'm sorry I really can't explain it...if you don't get it well then don't worry...I'll be revealing more stuff later...

slytheringrl17- Oh I'm glad you like it. I'm updating as fast as possible. I'll have more time now that the summer is coming to an end. Hopefully I'll be able to finish this before school starts in September...shudder

Disclaimer: Yeaa...don't own it...

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Draco fled Dumbledore's chambers in search of Weasley. However, it looked like she was missing.

He cursed and muttered, "Mobilus trakus" the red line led not to a nearby closet, but rather up into the astronomy tower.

"Weasley," he said to himself, "What the hell are you doing?"

He mounted the stairs, hesitantly, reluctantly, why was he inexplicably mixed up in all this? How dare Dumbledore assign him to be that filthy Weasel's guard- why did he get the nasty feeling that the old geezer knew more than he let on? Draco had definitely not liked the way the man's clear blue eyes had raked his right forearm. He shook himself, as much as he hated to admit it, Dumbledore gave him the creeps. He paused at the top step, there sat the Weasel girl. She was not yet aware of his presence, she just sat there, and her hair gently billowing behind her glinted reddish gold. She whispered something and Draco strained to hear.

"Harry, oh Harry, I'm so tired of this, why did you abandon me?"

She looked almost...pretty there- no he didn't mean that of course! Damn, he couldn't stay here any longer, who knew what other foolishness would possess him?

He cleared his throat, "Weasley!" He said her name a tad sharper than he intended and was pleased to see her flinch.

Her eyes turned on Draco and she gazed at him blearily.

"Oh hi Malfoy," she said in a strange high-pitched voice.

"Come on Weasel," he said.

"Why?" She said, a flicker of defiance dancing in her eyes (mud brown Draco thought spitefully).

"Why?" He echoed, sighing and running a hand distractedly through his pale hair.

"Yes, I mean is there any point in going back down there –they all hate me, all of them, they say such awful stuff like how I seduced you in the astronomy tower, oh!"

An awkward silence descended upon them, which Draco broke when he said, "Look, do we have to talk here?"

"You don't have to stay-I was quite fine without you here," she said pointedly.

"Oh yeah," Draco scoffed, "Talking to dear Harry." He spoke in a high falsetto, "Oh Harry I'm so tired of this why did you have to..."

He stopped; she was pointing her wand straight at his neck. In her rage, her wand hand was quivering.

"You...are an insufferable git!" she hissed, rage glinting in those brown eyes.

"That's not what you were saying an hour ago," he smirked.

A flush rose in her cheeks.

Encouraged, Draco continued, "How do you explain that?" he jeered, "How can you possibly snog horrible awful Death Eater Malfoy and then work up the nerve to tell the Boy-Who-Lived's memory he abandoned you."

Ginny's wand fell to her side, "I hate you," she stated.

Draco brushed her ear with his mouth, his warm breath tickling her neck. In a husky voice he taunted, "No you don't – you fancy me."

He proceeded to plant feathery kisses along her jaw.

Ginny wished desperately to pull away but her body had quit responding to her brain so that instead of pushing him off, she clasped the small of his neck. He trailed his mouth down her neck and she moaned in response.

- - - -

The Weasel pressed her lips to his own, surprising him slightly with the ferocity of her kiss. He smirked against her mouth; two could play at that game. He shoved her against the turret, eliciting a gasp from Weasley. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. He started to undue the buttons on her blouse. The Weasel's face tinged pink, but she didn't protest.

"Oh my God!"

Both Ginny and Draco's heads swiveled as one, surprised to see they were not alone. There in the doorway stood a very horrified Hermione.

"You...slut! I...can't believe it," the Gryffindor girl pursed her lips – looking remarkably like Professor McGonagall.

"Granger do you mind? We're rather in the middle of something!" Draco snapped.

"I can see that," she sniffed. The bushy-haired girl turned and left.

"Filthy Mudblood," Malfoy snarled.

He turned back to his conquest, but she was already buttoning her now incredibly wrinkled shirt. A growl of frustration rose in his throat how insufferably annoying this Weasel was.

"Do you want me to escort you back to the dungeons?" He asked, surprising himself.

"N-No," she stammered.

"Don't be stupid," he replied, "You'll get lost on your own."

"And you would care why?" She retorted almost hysterical.

"Don't do this," he warned her.

"Why? Why Malfoy? Do you do this to all the girls you snog?"

Draco blinked, surely, she wasn't going to get into that clingy girlfriend routine- if she was, he thought clenching his jaw, she was in for a nasty surprise.

"Weasley don't flatter yourself- you weren't that good. No, Dumbledore apparently saw fit to order me to take care of your sorry self. You can rest assured, I was most unwilling."

Instead of responding, the girl left.

"Great," Draco muttered following her, "Just great."

Malfoy took the stairs two at a time. He caught up with her at the final stair. He grabbed her by the shoulder and wrenched around.

"What?" She said petulantly.

"Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you!" Instantly an image of another man, much taller, saying that to a small cowering boy arose in his mind, he shook free of the memory.

"I'll do whatsoever I please Malfoy-as if a great Ferret like you could stop me!" she retorted defiantly- eyes flashing.

"Oh I think you'd be quite surprised what this ferret can do," Malfoy whispered, nuzzling her ear.

"Leave me alone Malfoy!" the girl cried, wrenching free and fleeing.

Draco growled in frustration, kicking a marble pedestal, the resounding crash of the priceless statue made him feel slightly better.

- - - -

Ginny had run off for the dungeons, and it had taken quite a while for her to realize she was hopeless, utterly lost. Every stretch of wall looked exactly the same, every corridor a replica of the one before it, until she was half-convinced she was traveling around in a circle. She shivered; how had she not noticed how cold it was down here? She kept walking. Fatigue hit her with surprising force. Sleep had not come easily of late and it had been a long day. She sunk to the ground, burying her head in her knees. Weighty emotions assuaged her. Doubt, revulsion and guilt: Could she actually have been trying to break into the professors offices? Revulsion took the form of Draco Malfoy, twice in one day, she had succumbed to his advances, and twice she had ended up in a shameful position wishing fervently that they'd gone further. Twice they'd been witnessed- damn Hermione, why the hell had she come up there anyway? She'd seen Ginny at her worst, and was sure to tell Ron and Harry all about it. Oh, it would destroy her if they found out! Harry, oh Harry! His beautiful soulful eyes, his unruly black hair, his voice always clouded with concern except for Saturday that is. Ron. Poor naïve Ron, he was always the last to figure out things. He was a model Gryffindor- ruled by his emotions, a little dim, loyal to the end, brave, courageous. He was everything she'd always tried to be, and look at her now, a Slytherin in all but name. Tears of exhaustion leaked from her eyes. Was it only five days ago that her biggest worry was whether she wanted to break up with Dean? That seemed so remote from the world she now inhabited. Ginny was so deep in thought that she didn't realize anyone was there until they spoke.

"Ginny?" The voice was feminine and filled with concern.

"Huh?" She looked up, for one wild moment she thought it might be Hermione, but of course, it wasn't. It was...Pansy Parkinson.

"We were worried about you, are you alright?" The older girl seemed genuinely concerned.

"I'm fine," Ginny said shortly.

"Come on, I'll help you find our house- this place is really dangerous if you don't know where you're going." Pansy offered Ginny a hand, helping her to her feet.

"You know, you shouldn't let Draco get to you like that. He really doesn't know ho to treat women, it's because of his father."

"I didn't let Malfoy get to me," Ginny fairly spat.

"He's a good kisser of course," Pansy continued, her eyes sliding Ginny's way.

Ginny blushed violently.

"Don't worry about Draco; he just needs the right girl."

"And you're that girl?" Ginny asked almost acerbically.

"Me?" Pansy said, shocked, "Oh no! No, I'm dating Blaise- he's not quite as handsome as Draco but he's quite charming. Course it only took me 6 years to realize Draco wasn't for me," at this Pansy gave a fluttery little laugh. "Anyway, I just want to know, did you and Draco...in the astronomy tower? Cause that Mudblood Granger is saying you did." She looked to Ginny for confirmation.

Ginny nodded stiffly.

"Really, wow, you guys made out twice."

"So," Ginny said, "He's probably snogged many girls multiple times."

"Oh no...he's never...not more than once. Maybe he likes you?"

"I don't care if he likes me- I hate him."

They stopped before the wall and Pansy stated the password.

She looked at Ginny knowingly and said, "Well if you ever want to talk..."

- - - -

"What do you mean you let her wander off by herself?" Blaise snapped.

"Look she's perfectly capable of taking care of herself," Draco replied defensively.

"Nonetheless, how the hell do you expect to win her to our side? Merely snogging her a few times will not work."

"Blaise you don't even know if she knows anything," Draco argued.

"Want to bet? I heard Weasel King and Potter in the library fretting that she might tell you about something called 'The Order' they also were discussing whether to go to Dumbledore and tell him to do a memory wipe on her."

"Oh fine," Draco sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I'll make her fall for me."